
Mexico is witness of how little i have grown..
opening a window..
Today my convulsive country
is fighting to find its own place,
and we: all the posible faces
Aztec, Mayan, Spaniards and
all that races
that are excluded in the traveling brochures.
Are; and I am with them;
all the colours that land
into my place
the tropic and leisure..
beaches, and tequila.
Here, I do arrive to this self digital expresion..
and I ask myself again...
who would listen to the voices
at this side of the border?
Colours
xochimilco
.
you can answer
at my guestbook
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